Our fears ring true   We're on a march towards the end   Cover my eyes   But I still hear the deafening drums of war   Onward every twisted spoke      Let's make history   Let's make history stop   When there's nothing left   We'll be fed our father's dreams      And I find every time I face this skyline   I picture it in ruins   It's not going to stop      Our fears ring true   We are numbered with the dead   When I finally come apart   Every piece will melt holes into the streets   Onward every twisted spoke      Let's make history   Let's make history stop   When there's nothing left   We'll be fed our father's dreams      We can't let it happen like this   Burn it down   Burn it to the fucking ground   It's not going to stop